Growing up in the woods of Maine you get use to two things: bitter cold, and the sound of wolves howling in the distance. It’s all the more unbelievable that I should now find myself warm, comfortable, and strangely aching for those old days. At least you can trust wolves. Still trying to figure out if the same is true of cities. There’s alot that’s helped me sleep over the years; you can find a sampling on the pages herein. Who knows, we might be able to keep the zombie apocalypse at bay after all.